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-another opinion,” she said, mockingly. om Crimson a rainom| Blind CHAPTER XLII. (Continued.) A sudden light of rage lit up Hen- @on’s blue eyes. He caught Enid almost gweughiy by the shoulders and pushed her inte the drawing room. There was @emething coming, she knew. It was @ welicf, a minute or two later, to hear Williams’ whistle as he crossed the @ourt yard. Henson knew nothing of Wen Sneck’s presence, nor was he like- W to do so now. “You are forgetting yourself,” Enid @sid. “How dare you touch me like shat?” “By Heavens,” Henson whisperel, wehemently, “when I consider how I fave been fooled by you I wonder that [ do not strike the life out of you. Where d an air of puzzled sur- prise. ed her eyebrows, coldly. But ft needed no very brilliant intelli- gence (o tell her that Henson had dis- @overed something. “E fad only one sister,” she said, “and @he is—" “Dead! Rot! No more dead than 1 @m. A nice little scheme you had put wp together with that scribbling ass, David Steel. But Steel is going to get @ lesson not to interfere in my affairs, @nd you are ,oing to get one, also. Where is your sist i Despite his ull: g triumph, there was something nervous and anxious a@bout the tone of the question. It was mot quite like Henson to let his adver- @ary see that he had scored a poinu But since the affair of the dogs Henson had not been quite his old self.. It was} @asy to see that he had found out a great deal, but he had not found out where Chris was yet. “I know nothing,” said Enid. “I shall @mswer no questions.” “Very well. But I shall find out. Ac- ident put me on the trail first, and T &have been to see that man Walker. He ter after her ‘death,” mer did the und ker. And I might fkave met my death at the fangs of that vee) me. What a fool Enid look up a little anxiously. Wad Walker rid anything about a sec- nd opinion? Had he betrayed to Hen- gon the fact that he had been backed up ®y Hatherly Bell? Because they had een to a deal vf trouble to conceal the fact that Bell iad been in the house. “Dr. Walker shoul’ have called in “The man was too conceited for that, @nd you know it,” Herson growl @ud finely you played upon his vanity. Enid w satisfied. Walker had evi- @ently said nothing about Bell; and Wenson, though he had just come fron Eéttimer, knew nothing akcut Chris. “You have made a statement,” she @aid, “and in reply I say nothing. You have chosen to assume that my sister is @till alive. Well, it is a free country, end you are at liberty to think as you please. If we had anything to gain by the course you suggest—’ “Anything to gain!” Henson burst ut, angrily. “Everything to gain! One whom I deemed to be dead is free to follow me, to pry into my affairs, to rob me. That was part of Steel’s precious @cheme, I presume. If you and ‘your gister and Miss Gates hadn’t talked so Youdly that Gay in the garden, I might aot “Have listened,” said Enid, coldly. “ars like a hare and head like a cat. ‘But you don’t know everything, and you mever will. You scoundrel, you creep- fx, crawling scoundrel! If I only dared to speak! If I cared less for the honor} ef this unhappy family—” “Tf you could only get the ring,” said | Benson, with a malicious sneer. “But | the ring is gone. The ruby lies at the “bottom of the North Sea.” Some passionate, heedless words rose ‘to Enid’s ‘ips, but she checked them. All she could do now was to watch and ‘wait until darkness. Van Sneck must ‘he gotten out of the way before any- thing else was done. She did not dare Yo use the telephone yet, though she had made up her mind to ask Steel to @ome over and take Van Sneck away. Water on she could send the message. Van Sneck had eaten a fairly-good meal, so Williams said, and had fallen ‘fmto a heavy sleep. There was nothing fer it but to wait and watch. Dinner -eame in due course, with Mrs. Henson, wagged and unkempt, as usual, taking mo notice of Henson, who watched her furtively during the meal. Enid escaped to her own room directly afterwards, and Henson followed his hostess to the drawing room. Once there, his manner changed en- “tirely. His lips grew firm, his eyes ‘were like points of steel. Mrs. Henson was pacing the dusty floor, muttering and crooning to herself. Henson touched ther arm, at the same time holding some ~Ettering object before her eyes. It was a mas ruby ring with four lack pearls on cither side. “Look here,” he whispered. “Do you wecognize it? Have you seen it be- “‘fcre?” A pitiful, wail’ng ery came from Mrs. Henson's lips. She was trembling from head to foot with a strange agitation. ®he gazed at the ring as a thirsty man fm a desert might have looked at a @raught of cold spring water. She -@tretched out her hand, but~ Henson irew back. “J thought you had not forgotten,” he <emiled. “It means much to your honor, pedce, happiness—your son restored to Sis proper place in the “world. Last ‘time I was here I wanted money, a ‘mere bagatclie to you. Now I want £10,000." “No, no!” Mrs. Henson cried. “You will rain me—£10,000! What do you Go with ali this money? You profess to give {t to charity. But I know better. Much you give away that more may .eome back from it. But that money “you get from a credulous public. And “€ could expose you, ah, how I could ex- + pose you, Reginald Henson!” P “Instead of which you will let me “Save that £10,000.” “I cannot. You will ruin me. Have you not had enough? Give me the ring.” Henson, smilingly, held the gem aloft. Mrs. Henson raised her arm, with the dust rising in choking clouds around her. Then, with an activity astonish- ing in one of her years, she sprang upon Henson and tore the ring from his grasp. The thing was so totally unex- pected from the usually gentle lady that Henson could only gasp in aston- ishment. ‘ “T have it!” Mrs. Henson cried. “I have it, and I am free!” Henson sprang towards her. With @ quick, fleet step she crossed to the win- dow and fled out into the night. A rag- ing madness seemed to have come over ker again; she laughed and she cried, as she sped on into the bushes, followed by Henson. In fear and desperation the latter had quite forgotten the dogs.” He was in the midst of them, they were clustering around himself and Mrs. Henson before he was aware of the fact. “Give me the ring,” he said. “You can’t have it yet. Some day I will re- store it to you. Be sensible. If any- body should happen to see you.” Mrs. Henson merely laughed. The dogs were gamboling around her like so many kittens. They did not seem to heed Henson in the joy of her presence. He came on again, he made a grab for her dress, but the rotten fabric parted like a cobweb in his hand. A warning grunt came from one of the dogs, but Henson gave no heed. “Give it to me!” he hissed, “or I will tear it from you!” CHAPTER XLII. Nearing the Truth. David Steel stood contemplating the weird scene with almost doubting eyes. In his wildest moments he had never imagined anything more dramatic than this. The candle in its silver sconce, that Mrs. Henson had snatched up be- fore her flight, was perilously near her flimsy dress. Henson caught her once more in a fierce grip. David could stand it no longer. As Henson came by him his right arm flashed out, there was @ dull thud, and Henson, without having the least idea what had happened, fell to the ground with a very hazy idea of his surroundings for a moment or two. Equally unconscious that she had a protector handy, Mrs, Henson turned and fled for the house. A minute later and she was followed by Henson, still puzzling his racking head to know what had happened. David would have fol- lowed, but the need for caution flashed upon him. If he stood there, perfectly still, Henson would never know who his antagonist was. David stood there, waiting. As he glanced around he saw seme little object glittering at his feet. It was the ruby ring! ad “Be you there, sir?” a rusty voice whispered near by. “Iam, Williams,” David replied. “I have been waiting for some time.” Williams chuckled, making no kind of apology for his want ef punctuality. “I’ve been lookin after our man, sir,” he said. “That Dutch chap what Miss Enid said you’d come for. And I saw all that business in the shrubbery just now. My! if I didn’t feel good when you laid out Henson on the grass. The sound of that smack was as good as ten years’ wages for me. And he’s gone off to his room with a basin of vinegar and a ream of brown paper. Why didn’t you break his neck?” David suggested that the law took a prejudiced view of that kind of thing, and that it would be a pity to hang anyone for such a creature as Reginald Henson. “Our man {s‘all right?” he asked. “As a trivet,” said Williams. “Sleep- ing like a babby; he’s in my own bed over the stable. I’ll show you into the harness room, where Miss Enid’s wait- ing for you, sir, and then I’ll go and see as Henson don’t come prowling about. Not as he’s likely to, considering the clump on the side of the head you gave him. I take it kind of Providence to let me see that.” Williams hobbled away, chuckling to himself and followed by David. There was a feeble oil lamp in the harness] room. Enid was waiting there, anxious- ly. “So you have put Henson out of the way for a time,” she said. “He passed me just now, using awful language, and wondering how it had all come about. Wasn't it a strange tling that Van Sneck should come here?” “Not very,” David said. ‘He is evi- dently looking for his master, Reginald Henson. I have not the slightest doubt that he has been here many times be- fore. Williams says he is asleep. Pity to wake him just yet, don’t you think?” Perhaps it is. But I am_ horribly afraid of our dear friend, Reginald, all the same.” “Our dear Reginald will not trouble us just yet. He came down as far 2s London with Bell. Of course, he has heard the news of Van Sneck’s flight. Was he’ disturbed?” “I have never seen him in such a pas- sion before, Mr. Steel. And not only was he in a passion, but he was horri- bly afraid about something. And he hes made a discovery.” ‘ “He hasn't found out that your sis- eRe: “Is at Littimer Castle? That is really the most consoling part of the business. He has been at Littimer for a day or two, and he has not the remotest idea that Christobel Lee is our Chris.” “A feather in your sister's cap. She has quite captivated Littimer, Bell says.” “And she played her part splendidly. Mr. Steel, it is very, very good to know that Hatherly has cleared himself in the eyes of Lord Littimer at last. Did Reginald suspect—" f “Nothing,” Steel said. “He is utterly and hopelessly puzzled over the whole business. And Bell has managed to convince him that he is‘not suspected at ali. That business over the Rembrandt was realiy a brilliant piece of comedy. But what has Henson found out?” “That Chris is not dead. He has seen Walker and the undertaker. But he does not know yet that Bell was in the house that eventful night, which is a blessing. As a matter of fact, Reginald has not been quite the same man since Rollo nearly killed him that exciting evening. His nerves seem to be greatly shaken.” “That is because the rascal feels the net closing round him,” Steel said. “It was a fine stroke on your sister’s part to win over that fellow Merritt to her side. I supplied the details per tele- rhone, but the plot was really Miss Chris’. How on earth should we have managed without the telephone over this business?” “T am at a loss to say,” Enid smiled. “But tell me about that plot. I am quite in the dark about that side of the matter.” David proceeded to explain his own and Chris’ ingenious scheme for getting Merritt into their power. Enid followed the story with vast enjoyment, tem- pered with the fact that Henson was so near. “I should never have thought of that,” she said; “but Chris was always so clever, But, tell me, what was Henson doing in the garden just now? Will- iams says he has been ill-treating my aunt; but that seems hardly possible, even in Reginald.” “It was over a ring that Mrs. Henson had,” David explained. “She was run- ning away with it, and Henson was try- ing to get it back. You see—” “A ring!” Enid gasped. “Did you happen to see it? Oh, if it was only— But he would not be so silly as that. A ring is the cause of all the troubles. Did you see it?” “JT not only saw it, but I have it in my possession,’ David replied. Enid turned up the flaring little lamp with a shaking hand. Quite unstrung, she held out her fingers for the ring. “It is just possible,’ she said, hoarse- ly, “that you possess the key of the sit- vation. If that ring is what I hope it is we can tumble Henson into the dust to- morrow. We can drive him out of the country, and he will never, never trou- ble us again. How did you get it?” “Mrs. Henson dropped it and I picked it up.” “Please let me see it?” Enid said, pleadingly. “Let me be put out of my misery.” David handed the ring over; Enid re- garded it long and searchingly. With a little sigh of regret, she passed it baci to David once more.” . “You had better keep it,” she said. “At any rate, it is likely to be valuable evidence for us later on. But it is not the ring I hoped to see. It is a clever copy, but the black pearls are not so fine, and the engraving inside is not so worn as it used to be on the original. It is evidently a copy that Henson has had made to tease my aunf with, to offer her at some future date in return for the large sums of money that she gave him. No; the original of that ring is popularly supposed to be at the bottom of the North Sea. If such had been the case—seeing that Henson had never handlei it before the great trage- dy came—the original must be in ex- istence.” “Because the ring must have been copied from it,” Enid said. “It is a very faithful copy indeed, and could not have been made from mere direc- tion —take the engraving inside, for instance. The engraving forms the cipher of the house of Littimer. If Hensen has the real ring, if we can find it, the tragedy goes out of our lives for ever.” “I should like to hear the story,” said Steel. Enid paused and lowered the lamp as a step was heard outside. But it was only Williams. “Mr. Henson is in his bed req» Still,” he said. “I have just taken hi. the ci- gars. He's got a lump on his head as pig as a billiard-ball. ‘Thinks: he hit it/ against a bench. And my lady have locked herself in her room and refused to see anybody.” “Go and look at your patient,” Enid commanded. Williams disappeared, to return pres- ently with the information that Van Sneck was still fast asleep and lyiag very peacefully. “Looks like waiting till morning, it do,” he said. “And now I'll go back and keep my eye on that ‘ere distin- guished philanthropist.” ‘Williams disappeared, and Enid turned up the lamp again, Her face was pale and resolute. She motioned David to- wards a chair. “Tl tell you the story,” she said “I am going to confide in you the saddest and strangest tale that ever appealed to an imaginative novelist.” | CHAPTER XLIiVv. Enid, Speaks. “I am going to tell you the story of the great sorrow that has darkened all our lives, 2ut I shall’ have to go a long way back to do it,” Enid said. “I 50 back to the troubulous days of Charles, as far back as the disastrous fight at Naseby. Of course, I am speaking more from a Royalist point of view, for the Littimers were always followers of the Court. “Mind you, there is doubtless a deal that is legendary about what I am g0- ing to tell you. But the ring given to my ancestor, Rupert Littimer, by Prince Rupert himself, ‘s an actuality. “Naseby was over, and, so the legend goes, Prince Rupert found himself des- perately situated and in dire peril of capture py Cromwell’s troops, under one Colonel Carfax, a near neighbor of Rupert Littimer; indeed, the Carfix estaees still run parallel with the prop- erty round Littimer Castle. “Now, Carfax vas hated by ail those who were attached to the fortunes of the king. Seeing that he was of aristo- -eratic birth, it was held that he had vi- olated his caste and creed by taking sides with Roundheads. History has clatly at daggers drawn. I believe that both of them had been in love with the sume woman, or something of that kind. And the fact that she did not marry either made little difference to the bit- terness between them. “Well, Carfax was pressing close ¢n Rupert, so close, indeed, that unless some strategy were adopted the bril- liant cavalry leader was. in dire peril. It was then that my ancestor, Rupert Littimer , came forward with his scheme. He offered to disguise him- self and go into the camp of Carfax and take him prisoner. The idea was <0 steal into the tent of Carfax and, by threatening him with his life, compel him to issue certain orders, the result of which would be that Prince Rupert could get away. i ““*you will never come back again, friend,’ the Prince said. “Rupert Littimer said he was pre- pared to run all risk of that. ‘And if I do die, you shall tell my wife, sir,’ he said. ‘And when the child is born, tell him that his father died as he shoull rave done, for his king and for his country.” «“ «Oh, there is a child coming?,’ Ru- pert asked. “Littimer replied that, for aught he knew, he was a father already. And then he went his way into the camp of the foe, with his curis cut short and in the guise of a countryman who comes with valuable information. And, what is more, he schemed his way into Car- fax’s tent, and; at the point of a dag- ger, compelled Aim to write a certain crder which my ancestor’s servant, who accompanied him, saw carried into ef- fect, and so the passage for Prince Ru- pert was made free. “he ruse would have succeeded all round but for some little accident that I need not go into now. Rupert Litti- mer was laid oy the heels, his disguise -vas torn off, and he stood face to face with his hereditary foe. He was told that he had but an hour to live. “Tf you have any favor to ask, say it,’ Carfax said. . “7 have no favor to ask, properly so- called,’ Littimer replied; but I am loth to die without kuewing whether or not I have left anybody to succeed me— anybody who will avenge the crime upon you-and yours in years to come. Let me go as far as Henson Granze, and I pledge you my word I will return in the morning!’ “But Carfax laughed the suggestion to scorn. The court party were all liars and perjurers, and their word was not to be taken. “It is as I say,’ Rupert Littimer re- peated. ‘My wife lies ill at Henson Grange and in sore trouble about me. And I should .ike to see my child before T die.’ “Then you shall have the chance,’ Carfax sneered. ‘I will keep you a close prisoner here for two days, and if at the end of that time nothing happens, you die. If, on the other hand, a child is born to you, then you shall go fro:n here a free man.’ “And so the compact was made. Un- fortunately, or fortunately, as the case may be, the story got abroad, and some indiscreet person carried the news to Dame Littimer. Ill as she was, she in- sisted upon getting up and going ov2r" to Carfax’s camp at once. She had barely reached there before, well, long ere Rupert Littimer’s probation was over, he was the father of a noble boy. They say that the Rourdheads made a cradle for the child out of a leather breastplate, and carried it in triumpn rourd the camp. And they held the fu- rious Carfax to his word, end the story spread until it came to the ears of Prince Rupert. “Then he went to see Dame Littimes, and frem his own hand he drew what is known in,our family as Prince Rupert's ring. He placed it in Dame Littimers hand, there to remain for a year and @ day, and when the year was up it was to be put asid2 for the bride of the h2ir of the house forever,’ to be worn by her until a year and a day had elapsed after ner first child was bern. And that has been done for all time, my aunt, Lady Littimer, being the last to wear it. After Frank was torn it was put care- tully away for his brice. But the great tragedy came, and until lately we fan- cied that the ring was Icst to us forev- er. There is, in a few words, the story of Prince Rupert’s ring. So far, it is quite common property.” Enid c2ased to speak for a time. But it was evident that she had more to say. “An interesting story,” David said. “And a pretty one to put into a book, especially as it is quite true. But you have lost the ring, you say?” “I fancied so until to-night,” Enid re- plied. ‘Indeed, I hardly know what to think, Sometimes I imagined that Reg- inald Henson had it; at other times I imagined that it was utterly gone. But the mere fact that Henson possesses @ ecpy practically convinces me that he has the original. As I said before, a true copy could not have been made from mere instructions. And if I could only get -he original, our troubles are all over.” “But I don’t see how the ring has anything to do with—” Py ‘ “With the family dishonor. No, I am ccming to:that. We arrive at the time, seven years ago, when my aunt and Lord Littimer and Frank were all liv- irg happily at Littimer Castle. I told you just now that the Carfax estates edjcin the Littimer property. The fam- ily is still extant and powerful, but the feud between the two houses has nev2" ceased. Qf course, people don’t carry on a vendetta these peaceful days, but a families have not visited for centu- ries, “There was a daughter, Claire, whom Frank Littimer got to know by some means or other. But for the silly fam- ily feud, nobody would have known or cared, and there would have been an end to the matter, because Frank had always loved my sister, Chris, and we all knew that he would marry her some of these days. “Lord Littimer was furiously angry when he heard that Frank and Claire had got on sp2akiag terms. He imperi- ously forbade any further intercourse, and General Carfax did the same. The consequenc? was that these two foolish young people elected to fancy them- selves greatly aggrieved, and so a kind of Romeo and Juliet, Montague and told us that he was right, and that the Cavaliers, picturesque as they were, were fighting a dubious cause. But 1 need not go into that. Carfax was a hard, stern man who. spared nobody, and many were the stories told of his “He and Rupert Littimer were FECT! Capulet business sprang up. There were ‘secret meetings—meetings entirely in- nocent, I believe, and a ndence, «which became romantic and passionate on fallen passionately | | love wi ;erank, ET TTT | . the best man living. deed, nobody seemed to know until af: terwards, that there was insanity in the yoor girl’s family, thouth Hatherly Bell's friend, Dr. Heritage, who then had a practice near Littimer, warned us as well as he could. Nobody dreamed how far the thing had gone. “Then those letters of Claire's fell in- to Lord Littimer’s hands. He found thera and 'ocked them up in his safe. Frark, fifrious at being treated like a boy, swore to break open the safe and get his letters back. He did so, and in the same afe, and in the same drawer, was Prince Rupert’s ring. When Lord Littimer missed the letters, he missed the ring, also, and a large sum of mon- ey in notes, that he had just received from his tenants. Frank had stolen the ring and the money, so it seemed. I shall not soon forget that day. “After taking the letters Frank had gone straight to Moreton Wells, and it looked for a little time as though he had fled. Within an hour of the discovery of his loss Lord Littimer met Claire Carfax on the cliffs. She was wearing Prince Rupert’s ring. Frank had sent it to her, she said. Anybody but a man in a furious passion would have seen that the girl was not responsible for her actions. Littimer told her the true cir- cumstances of the case, She laughed at him in a qu22r, vacant way and fled through <he woods. She went down to the beach, where she took a boat and rowed herself out into the bay. A mile or more from the shore she jumped into the water, ard from that day to this nothing has been seen of poor Claire Carfax.” “Or the ring, either?” David asked. “Or the ring, either. The same night Lady Littimer started after the boy. Littimer was going to have Frank pros- ecuted. Lady Littimer fled to Longdéan Grange, where Frank oined her. Then my. uncle turned up, and there was a seene. It is said that Lord Littimer struck his wife, but Frank says that she fell against his gesticulating fist. Anyway, it was the same as a blow, and Lady Littimer dropped on the floor, dragging a table down with her, flow- ers and china and all. You have seen that table ‘n Uongdean Grange. Since that time it has never been touched; the place has ever been swept or dusted or garnished. You have seen my aunt, and you know what the shock has done for her—the shock and the steady per+ secutions of Reginald Henson.” (To Be Continned.) WHY SHE SOUGHT HIM. Judge Job Hedges the Victim of a Joke—Woman Came to Kill Him. Judge Job Hedges was the victim of a joke last week, whose point he does not yet clearly see. A woman came into his office and started on a tale of woe. As he was in evident mental distress, he had not the heart to turn her away, but sat listening patiently for a solid half hour to her rambling story. Unable to make any sense out of it, he said, at length: “Madam, I should be glad to help you in any way I can, but I can’t see what you're driving at. Kindly tell me, in as few words as possible, the object of your visit.” “Certainly, sir,” she answered, po- litely. “I went first to Lawyer Emanu- el Friend, and he sent me here, and so “But the object of your visit?” inter- rupted Helzes. “Oh, yes!” she said, recalilng it, at last. “Now you speak of it, I remem- ber. I came here to kill you.” “She is the thirty-fifth crank that man Friend has sent me in three months,” sighed the judge, afterward. “T don’t generally kick, but when it comes to killing it’s time to draw the line.”—N2w York World. BILLIARD MAN’S LAMENT. Craze for Ping-Pong Has Caused Billiard Halls to Be Deserted— Transformed Places. é “Ping-pong has undone us,” com- plained the proprietor of a well known Broadway ‘illiard parlor the other day “Look at those $1,500 billiard tables, covered’ over with boards and turned into ping-pong tables. We had to do it. No help for it. “Our customers grew fewer and few- er, and I was harly making expenses. One day I saw several of my best p; trons going intu a plece around the cor- ner, and I read the reason on a cheap sign: ‘Ping-Pong, 50 Cents an Hour.” “A fellow who couldn’t get together enough capital to buy one billiard table had set up a lot of cheap wooden tables and was coining money running a ping- rong place. Isurrendered. 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